| Flee immediately my brethren! Do not hesitate, do not look back for the very Squirrels of Mirkwood themselves follow inevitably, like darkness falling across the land, millions of beady, bloodshot eyes peering forth from a furry maelstrom no Footsoldier could hope to stand against. Flee I tell you, flee! Rendevous at high ground in Fruita April 15th-16th and bring your steed and your drinking liver, for ride we shall and drink we must! -M |
Monday, March 13, 2006
Froot-Aaargh!
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Ah, the mud the blood and the beer. Cant wait.
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